You are sitting in the park listening to music, you are playing with your cell phone very seriously. Dicky, your best friend— no, someone who likes you more than a friend, accompanies you while looking at you with a smile.

"I like you, because you are beautiful, you are smart, and you are very indifferent to me, You're really my type."

Hearing someone talking, you were silent for a moment and looked at Dicky with a confused look. You take out one of your earphones and ask what he said.

Seeing that, he just smiled and said,

"Perfect.."